The Ruler of the Undercity

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Urilo collapsed back at his flat; he was exhausted. He had managed to deliver 24 messages in one night across 15 different Sectors, no easy task. But of those, he expected 14 of them to actually meet, and only thought six of them would actually be willing to help. He would trust that the meetings would go well. 

@Sherma Main

@TwinStorm

@Hoid Slayer

You all approach the meeting spot at 0659, deep in Sector 14 at the crossroads of 51 and 37. You all arrive at a bar.

@InfiniteInsanity

@The Aspiring Archivist

You meet at the abandoned factory in Sector 47, you are at the south entrance.

@Spark of Hope 

You are sitting at a bar, wondering where the person is that you were going to meet. When a cloaked figure slides into the stool next to you.

Quote

Here we go

Characters:

Spoiler

@Spark of Hope

Spoiler

Name: A. Lias (refuses to tell anyone her real name)

Age: 23

Appearance: Slightly wavy brown hair, hazel eyes (the kind that look different colors depending on her surroundings), wide hips, looks ten years older than she actually is, has scars all over her body

Backstory and personality: (spoilered for TW abuse)

Spoiler

Lias was raised outside of the undercity in a higher class of society. Received the equivalent of an eighth-grade education. Nearly nine years ago, she was kidnapped and sold to a bar for patrons to have a happy, fun time with her. During the time when they rented her, they could do whatever they wished with no penalty, hence her scars. Any time she conceived, she was beaten until she miscarried. Counted the days of her enslavement and every time it happened. The numbers are burned into her mind. Two months ago, she took an opportunity to escape and has since been in hiding and on the run, doing odd jobs to try to buy her way out of the under city. No longer believes there is good in anyone. If anyone makes physical contact with her, they are on the ground before they can do or say anything else. She never smiles anymore, though if she did, it would break anyone’s heart. Her eyes have lost their light.

@TwinStorm

Spoiler

Name: Fallon

Description: A disillusioned Mercenary who’s lost hope in everything and everyone. A highly dangerous warrior with tendencies towards violence, but hasn't fought (besides occasional bar fights) in several years now. Older and washed-up

@Hoid Slayer

Spoiler

Name: Weaver

Age: 19

Backstory:
Weaver’s backstory is shrouded in mystery. The Undercity circulates with rumors and lies. This is the truth:
William Furthington was the third child of a small noble family up Topside. He was destined for a comfortable life of mediocrity, spending his years in safe boredom. 14 years ago, William Furthington went missing. He was kidnapped by a small-time Undercity Crime Lord with a vendetta against the Furthingtons, with the intent of ransom. An investigation was launched, and eventually, the gang that took William was found and slaughtered. William was never found and was presumed dead. He survived. Five-year-old him had run from the gunshots and hidden in the slums of the Undercity. Over the next 14 years, William traded master for master. After a few torturous months, he was found by Everton, a powerful yet benevolent Crime Lord who took in several serving boys who ran his errands. Everton was murdered by rivals. William - going by Will - served in a bar for a while, counting checks. The bar burned down. So Will grew up. After a while, he gained renown for his brain. He served as a scribe, accountant, and analyst. Sometimes, he would get paid if he was lucky. At night, he would dream of Topside at first. But the people who surrounded him would never allow him to escape, and he ceased to dream. Eventually, Will ended up working for a Crime Lord dealing in dangerous Vextech. One day, something at the factories went wrong, and a massive Vextech explosion blew it all to smithereens. More than a hundred died. Corpses and red smoke littered the horizon. And, at the center of it all, in a sea of wreckage, a single man lay untouched. The accident had left him with a glowing red scar resembling a spiderweb over his left eye - an eye that glowed with the embers of flames. That night, Weaver was born. When the man awoke, he was surrounded by a shocked crowd. And filled with a vision. That was two months ago. Since then, the figure known as Weaver has grown a cult following, carving out a space for himself in the Undercity and challenging the regimes of the Crime Lords. And he has made ripples up Topside by claiming to be the lost Furthington heir after the death of the Lord and his two eldest in an aircraft accident. His followers believe him to be touched by the Divine, a fallen angel, or Christ-like figure. They miss what he truly is.
Just a man, walking a tightrope. Not ready to fall.

@InfiniteInsanity

Spoiler

Name: Cora

Age: 11-13 somewhere in there. 

Backstory: Her mom was forced into the same line of work as A. Lias, though at an older age. The first time she conceived, she was forced to miscarry, and it nearly killed her, both because of the physical and the mental effects. So the second time, she ran away. She convinced herself that her baby was the key to a new life. She gave birth to a baby girl, Cora, and they lived in hiding for years. But around when Cora was 5, her mom was found by the people she worked for before and killed. Cora was briefly taken in by someone who taught her the basics of what she would need to survive and then left her to fend for herself. Since then, she's been mostly on her own, only interacting with others when she needs to survive. Is a messenger/courier

@The Aspiring Archivist

Spoiler

Name: Kole 

Age: 21 years old

Backstory: born and raised in the undercity who dreams of escape. He suffered a traumatic brain injury as a young child from a beating that affected his ability to process sound, among other things, rendering him effectively deaf. When he could no longer survive off of pity and petty theft, he joined a criminal organization, convincing them that he could use his reputation as an invalid to avoid suspicion, conducting everything from light espionage to assassinations. He plays up his injury in public, pretending a degree of madness. 

Misc: He can speak and read lips, or read and write, to communicate.

@Sherma Main

Spoiler

Name: Ning Kang, the Archivist (surname is actually Ning, not Kang)

Description: Grim, vigilante type. After plotting (and succeeding) to murder a high-standing / upper-class member of the [above city], he fled to the undercity. Now, he dispenses justice to those he deems unworthy. However, when he executes someone, it is only for the worst crimes. He then attempts to document as much of their lives as he can.

Weapon of choice: some sort of sci-fi Dao (Chinese sword) blade thingamajig

Vigilante Appearance (costume!): A mask over his face, which is smooth and dark black. No eye slit, but it is one-sided glass. Wears a dark cloak above light body armor. On the back of the cloak is a yin-yang

Appearance: Looks kinda normal (..sorry for that wonderful description), except for a burn on one side of his face.

 

 

Edited November 9, 2025 by IcedOutPenguin

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

14 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

Urilo collapsed back at his flat; he was exhausted. He had managed to deliver 24 messages in one night across 15 different Sectors, no easy task. But of those, he expected 14 of them to actually meet, and only thought six of them would actually be willing to help. He would trust that the meetings would go well. 

@Sherma Main

@TwinStorm

@Hoid Slayer

You all approach the meeting spot at 0659, deep in Sector 14 at the crossroads of 51 and 37. You all arrive at a bar.

@InfiniteInsanity

@The Aspiring Archivist

You meet at the abandoned factory in Sector 47, you are at the south entrance.

@Spark of Hope 

You are sitting at a bar, wondering where the person is that you were going to meet. When a cloaked figure slides into the stool next to you.

Characters:

  Reveal hidden contents

@Spark of Hope

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: A. Lias (refuses to tell anyone her real name)

Age: 23

Appearance: Slightly wavy brown hair, hazel eyes (the kind that look different colors depending on her surroundings), wide hips, looks ten years older than she actually is, has scars all over her body

Backstory and personality: (spoilered for TW abuse)

  Reveal hidden contents

Lias was raised outside of the undercity in a higher class of society. Received the equivalent of an eighth-grade education. Nearly nine years ago, she was kidnapped and sold to a bar for patrons to have a happy, fun time with her. During the time when they rented her, they could do whatever they wished with no penalty, hence her scars. Any time she conceived, she was beaten until she miscarried. Counted the days of her enslavement and every time it happened. The numbers are burned into her mind. Two months ago, she took an opportunity to escape and has since been in hiding and on the run, doing odd jobs to try to buy her way out of the under city. No longer believes there is good in anyone. If anyone makes physical contact with her, they are on the ground before they can do or say anything else. She never smiles anymore, though if she did, it would break anyone’s heart. Her eyes have lost their light.

@TwinStorm

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Fallon

Description: A disillusioned Mercenary who’s lost hope in everything and everyone. A highly dangerous warrior with tendencies towards violence, but hasn't fought (besides occasional bar fights) in several years now. Older and washed-up

@Hoid Slayer

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Weaver

Age: 19

Backstory:
Weaver’s backstory is shrouded in mystery. The Undercity circulates with rumors and lies. This is the truth:
William Furthington was the third child of a small noble family up Topside. He was destined for a comfortable life of mediocrity, spending his years in safe boredom. 14 years ago, William Furthington went missing. He was kidnapped by a small-time Undercity Crime Lord with a vendetta against the Furthingtons, with the intent of ransom. An investigation was launched, and eventually, the gang that took William was found and slaughtered. William was never found and was presumed dead. He survived. Five-year-old him had run from the gunshots and hidden in the slums of the Undercity. Over the next 14 years, William traded master for master. After a few torturous months, he was found by Everton, a powerful yet benevolent Crime Lord who took in several serving boys who ran his errands. Everton was murdered by rivals. William - going by Will - served in a bar for a while, counting checks. The bar burned down. So Will grew up. After a while, he gained renown for his brain. He served as a scribe, accountant, and analyst. Sometimes, he would get paid if he was lucky. At night, he would dream of Topside at first. But the people who surrounded him would never allow him to escape, and he ceased to dream. Eventually, Will ended up working for a Crime Lord dealing in dangerous Vextech. One day, something at the factories went wrong, and a massive Vextech explosion blew it all to smithereens. More than a hundred died. Corpses and red smoke littered the horizon. And, at the center of it all, in a sea of wreckage, a single man lay untouched. The accident had left him with a glowing red scar resembling a spiderweb over his left eye - an eye that glowed with the embers of flames. That night, Weaver was born. When the man awoke, he was surrounded by a shocked crowd. And filled with a vision. That was two months ago. Since then, the figure known as Weaver has grown a cult following, carving out a space for himself in the Undercity and challenging the regimes of the Crime Lords. And he has made ripples up Topside by claiming to be the lost Furthington heir after the death of the Lord and his two eldest in an aircraft accident. His followers believe him to be touched by the Divine, a fallen angel, or Christ-like figure. They miss what he truly is.
Just a man, walking a tightrope. Not ready to fall.

@InfiniteInsanity

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Cora

Age: 11-13 somewhere in there. 

Backstory: Her mom was forced into the same line of work as A. Lias, though at an older age. The first time she conceived, she was forced to miscarry, and it nearly killed her, both because of the physical and the mental effects. So the second time, she ran away. She convinced herself that her baby was the key to a new life. She gave birth to a baby girl, Cora, and they lived in hiding for years. But around when Cora was 5, her mom was found by the people she worked for before and killed. Cora was briefly taken in by someone who taught her the basics of what she would need to survive and then left her to fend for herself. Since then, she's been mostly on her own, only interacting with others when she needs to survive. Is a messenger/courier

@The Aspiring Archivist

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Kole 

Age: 21 years old

Backstory: born and raised in the undercity who dreams of escape. He suffered a traumatic brain injury as a young child from a beating that affected his ability to process sound, among other things, rendering him effectively deaf. When he could no longer survive off of pity and petty theft, he joined a criminal organization, convincing them that he could use his reputation as an invalid to avoid suspicion, conducting everything from light espionage to assassinations. He plays up his injury in public, pretending a degree of madness. 

Misc: He can speak and read lips, or read and write, to communicate.

@Sherma Main

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Ning Kang, the Archivist (surname is actually Ning, not Kang)

Description: Grim, vigilante type. After plotting (and succeeding) to murder a high-standing / upper-class member of the [above city], he fled to the undercity. Now, he dispenses justice to those he deems unworthy. However, when he executes someone, it is only for the worst crimes. He then attempts to document as much of their lives as he can.

Weapon of choice: some sort of sci-fi Dao (Chinese sword) blade thingamajig

Vigilante Appearance (costume!): A mask over his face, which is smooth and dark black. No eye slit, but it is one-sided glass. Wears a dark cloak above light body armor. On the back of the cloak is a yin-yang

Appearance: Looks kinda normal (..sorry for that wonderful description), except for a burn on one side of his face.

 

 

Weaver warily walked through the shadows, gaze flirting furtively from side to side in search of a trap. But beyond the flickering electric lights - standard in this part of the Undercity - nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Weaver wore a cloak and a mask, of course. It was thin and dark, with no features other than the eye slits that allowed him to see. Even that was more revealing than he would have liked. But no one who wasn’t paying him too much attention should notice the red glow poking out from his left side.

Once he was relatively satisfied with the safety of his surroundings, Weaver at last left the darkness to approach the wooden doors of the bar, and gave them a gentle nock.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

7 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Weaver warily walked through the shadows, gaze flirting furtively from side to side in search of a trap. But beyond the flickering electric lights - standard in this part of the Undercity - nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Weaver wore a cloak and a mask, of course. It was thin and dark, with no features other than the eye slits that allowed him to see. Even that was more revealing than he would have liked. But no one who wasn’t paying him too much attention should notice the red glow poking out from his left side.

Once he was relatively satisfied with the safety of his surroundings, Weaver at last left the darkness to approach the wooden doors of the bar, and gave them a gentle nock.

The doors opened, revealing the interior of a lively bar.

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

3 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

The doors opened, revealing the interior of a lively bar.

Weaver looked around, and stepped inside. The boards beneath his feet creaked as he put his weight on them, and he froze, by no one payed him a glance. They were all busy in their own converse and misery.

Cautiously, but feeling a little safer, Weaver approached the bar. He was unsure of what he was supposed to do here, but it would do well to blend in.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

9 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Weaver looked around, and stepped inside. The boards beneath his feet creaked as he put his weight on them, and he froze, by no one payed him a glance. They were all busy in their own converse and misery.

Cautiously, but feeling a little safer, Weaver approached the bar. He was unsure of what he was supposed to do here, but it would do well to blend in.

The barkeep looked at him as he approached. "What can I get you?"

[Through the Living Hope]

47 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

Urilo collapsed back at his flat; he was exhausted. He had managed to deliver 24 messages in one night across 15 different Sectors, no easy task. But of those, he expected 14 of them to actually meet, and only thought six of them would actually be willing to help. He would trust that the meetings would go well. 

@Sherma Main

@TwinStorm

@Hoid Slayer

You all approach the meeting spot at 0659, deep in Sector 14 at the crossroads of 51 and 37. You all arrive at a bar.

@InfiniteInsanity

@The Aspiring Archivist

You meet at the abandoned factory in Sector 47, you are at the south entrance.

@Spark of Hope 

You are sitting at a bar, wondering where the person is that you were going to meet. When a cloaked figure slides into the stool next to you.

Characters:

  Reveal hidden contents

@Spark of Hope

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: A. Lias (refuses to tell anyone her real name)

Age: 23

Appearance: Slightly wavy brown hair, hazel eyes (the kind that look different colors depending on her surroundings), wide hips, looks ten years older than she actually is, has scars all over her body

Backstory and personality: (spoilered for TW abuse)

  Reveal hidden contents

Lias was raised outside of the undercity in a higher class of society. Received the equivalent of an eighth-grade education. Nearly nine years ago, she was kidnapped and sold to a bar for patrons to have a happy, fun time with her. During the time when they rented her, they could do whatever they wished with no penalty, hence her scars. Any time she conceived, she was beaten until she miscarried. Counted the days of her enslavement and every time it happened. The numbers are burned into her mind. Two months ago, she took an opportunity to escape and has since been in hiding and on the run, doing odd jobs to try to buy her way out of the under city. No longer believes there is good in anyone. If anyone makes physical contact with her, they are on the ground before they can do or say anything else. She never smiles anymore, though if she did, it would break anyone’s heart. Her eyes have lost their light.

@TwinStorm

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Fallon

Description: A disillusioned Mercenary who’s lost hope in everything and everyone. A highly dangerous warrior with tendencies towards violence, but hasn't fought (besides occasional bar fights) in several years now. Older and washed-up

@Hoid Slayer

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Weaver

Age: 19

Backstory:
Weaver’s backstory is shrouded in mystery. The Undercity circulates with rumors and lies. This is the truth:
William Furthington was the third child of a small noble family up Topside. He was destined for a comfortable life of mediocrity, spending his years in safe boredom. 14 years ago, William Furthington went missing. He was kidnapped by a small-time Undercity Crime Lord with a vendetta against the Furthingtons, with the intent of ransom. An investigation was launched, and eventually, the gang that took William was found and slaughtered. William was never found and was presumed dead. He survived. Five-year-old him had run from the gunshots and hidden in the slums of the Undercity. Over the next 14 years, William traded master for master. After a few torturous months, he was found by Everton, a powerful yet benevolent Crime Lord who took in several serving boys who ran his errands. Everton was murdered by rivals. William - going by Will - served in a bar for a while, counting checks. The bar burned down. So Will grew up. After a while, he gained renown for his brain. He served as a scribe, accountant, and analyst. Sometimes, he would get paid if he was lucky. At night, he would dream of Topside at first. But the people who surrounded him would never allow him to escape, and he ceased to dream. Eventually, Will ended up working for a Crime Lord dealing in dangerous Vextech. One day, something at the factories went wrong, and a massive Vextech explosion blew it all to smithereens. More than a hundred died. Corpses and red smoke littered the horizon. And, at the center of it all, in a sea of wreckage, a single man lay untouched. The accident had left him with a glowing red scar resembling a spiderweb over his left eye - an eye that glowed with the embers of flames. That night, Weaver was born. When the man awoke, he was surrounded by a shocked crowd. And filled with a vision. That was two months ago. Since then, the figure known as Weaver has grown a cult following, carving out a space for himself in the Undercity and challenging the regimes of the Crime Lords. And he has made ripples up Topside by claiming to be the lost Furthington heir after the death of the Lord and his two eldest in an aircraft accident. His followers believe him to be touched by the Divine, a fallen angel, or Christ-like figure. They miss what he truly is.
Just a man, walking a tightrope. Not ready to fall.

@InfiniteInsanity

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Cora

Age: 11-13 somewhere in there. 

Backstory: Her mom was forced into the same line of work as A. Lias, though at an older age. The first time she conceived, she was forced to miscarry, and it nearly killed her, both because of the physical and the mental effects. So the second time, she ran away. She convinced herself that her baby was the key to a new life. She gave birth to a baby girl, Cora, and they lived in hiding for years. But around when Cora was 5, her mom was found by the people she worked for before and killed. Cora was briefly taken in by someone who taught her the basics of what she would need to survive and then left her to fend for herself. Since then, she's been mostly on her own, only interacting with others when she needs to survive. Is a messenger/courier

@The Aspiring Archivist

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Kole 

Age: 21 years old

Backstory: born and raised in the undercity who dreams of escape. He suffered a traumatic brain injury as a young child from a beating that affected his ability to process sound, among other things, rendering him effectively deaf. When he could no longer survive off of pity and petty theft, he joined a criminal organization, convincing them that he could use his reputation as an invalid to avoid suspicion, conducting everything from light espionage to assassinations. He plays up his injury in public, pretending a degree of madness. 

Misc: He can speak and read lips, or read and write, to communicate.

@Sherma Main

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Ning Kang, the Archivist (surname is actually Ning, not Kang)

Description: Grim, vigilante type. After plotting (and succeeding) to murder a high-standing / upper-class member of the [above city], he fled to the undercity. Now, he dispenses justice to those he deems unworthy. However, when he executes someone, it is only for the worst crimes. He then attempts to document as much of their lives as he can.

Weapon of choice: some sort of sci-fi Dao (Chinese sword) blade thingamajig

Vigilante Appearance (costume!): A mask over his face, which is smooth and dark black. No eye slit, but it is one-sided glass. Wears a dark cloak above light body armor. On the back of the cloak is a yin-yang

Appearance: Looks kinda normal (..sorry for that wonderful description), except for a burn on one side of his face.

 

 

She eyed them, almost a glare, already hazy from drink. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

49 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

Urilo collapsed back at his flat; he was exhausted. He had managed to deliver 24 messages in one night across 15 different Sectors, no easy task. But of those, he expected 14 of them to actually meet, and only thought six of them would actually be willing to help. He would trust that the meetings would go well. 

@Sherma Main

@TwinStorm

@Hoid Slayer

You all approach the meeting spot at 0659, deep in Sector 14 at the crossroads of 51 and 37. You all arrive at a bar.

@InfiniteInsanity

@The Aspiring Archivist

You meet at the abandoned factory in Sector 47, you are at the south entrance.

@Spark of Hope 

You are sitting at a bar, wondering where the person is that you were going to meet. When a cloaked figure slides into the stool next to you.

Characters:

  Reveal hidden contents

@Spark of Hope

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: A. Lias (refuses to tell anyone her real name)

Age: 23

Appearance: Slightly wavy brown hair, hazel eyes (the kind that look different colors depending on her surroundings), wide hips, looks ten years older than she actually is, has scars all over her body

Backstory and personality: (spoilered for TW abuse)

  Reveal hidden contents

Lias was raised outside of the undercity in a higher class of society. Received the equivalent of an eighth-grade education. Nearly nine years ago, she was kidnapped and sold to a bar for patrons to have a happy, fun time with her. During the time when they rented her, they could do whatever they wished with no penalty, hence her scars. Any time she conceived, she was beaten until she miscarried. Counted the days of her enslavement and every time it happened. The numbers are burned into her mind. Two months ago, she took an opportunity to escape and has since been in hiding and on the run, doing odd jobs to try to buy her way out of the under city. No longer believes there is good in anyone. If anyone makes physical contact with her, they are on the ground before they can do or say anything else. She never smiles anymore, though if she did, it would break anyone’s heart. Her eyes have lost their light.

@TwinStorm

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Fallon

Description: A disillusioned Mercenary who’s lost hope in everything and everyone. A highly dangerous warrior with tendencies towards violence, but hasn't fought (besides occasional bar fights) in several years now. Older and washed-up

@Hoid Slayer

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Weaver

Age: 19

Backstory:
Weaver’s backstory is shrouded in mystery. The Undercity circulates with rumors and lies. This is the truth:
William Furthington was the third child of a small noble family up Topside. He was destined for a comfortable life of mediocrity, spending his years in safe boredom. 14 years ago, William Furthington went missing. He was kidnapped by a small-time Undercity Crime Lord with a vendetta against the Furthingtons, with the intent of ransom. An investigation was launched, and eventually, the gang that took William was found and slaughtered. William was never found and was presumed dead. He survived. Five-year-old him had run from the gunshots and hidden in the slums of the Undercity. Over the next 14 years, William traded master for master. After a few torturous months, he was found by Everton, a powerful yet benevolent Crime Lord who took in several serving boys who ran his errands. Everton was murdered by rivals. William - going by Will - served in a bar for a while, counting checks. The bar burned down. So Will grew up. After a while, he gained renown for his brain. He served as a scribe, accountant, and analyst. Sometimes, he would get paid if he was lucky. At night, he would dream of Topside at first. But the people who surrounded him would never allow him to escape, and he ceased to dream. Eventually, Will ended up working for a Crime Lord dealing in dangerous Vextech. One day, something at the factories went wrong, and a massive Vextech explosion blew it all to smithereens. More than a hundred died. Corpses and red smoke littered the horizon. And, at the center of it all, in a sea of wreckage, a single man lay untouched. The accident had left him with a glowing red scar resembling a spiderweb over his left eye - an eye that glowed with the embers of flames. That night, Weaver was born. When the man awoke, he was surrounded by a shocked crowd. And filled with a vision. That was two months ago. Since then, the figure known as Weaver has grown a cult following, carving out a space for himself in the Undercity and challenging the regimes of the Crime Lords. And he has made ripples up Topside by claiming to be the lost Furthington heir after the death of the Lord and his two eldest in an aircraft accident. His followers believe him to be touched by the Divine, a fallen angel, or Christ-like figure. They miss what he truly is.
Just a man, walking a tightrope. Not ready to fall.

@InfiniteInsanity

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Cora

Age: 11-13 somewhere in there. 

Backstory: Her mom was forced into the same line of work as A. Lias, though at an older age. The first time she conceived, she was forced to miscarry, and it nearly killed her, both because of the physical and the mental effects. So the second time, she ran away. She convinced herself that her baby was the key to a new life. She gave birth to a baby girl, Cora, and they lived in hiding for years. But around when Cora was 5, her mom was found by the people she worked for before and killed. Cora was briefly taken in by someone who taught her the basics of what she would need to survive and then left her to fend for herself. Since then, she's been mostly on her own, only interacting with others when she needs to survive. Is a messenger/courier

@The Aspiring Archivist

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Kole 

Age: 21 years old

Backstory: born and raised in the undercity who dreams of escape. He suffered a traumatic brain injury as a young child from a beating that affected his ability to process sound, among other things, rendering him effectively deaf. When he could no longer survive off of pity and petty theft, he joined a criminal organization, convincing them that he could use his reputation as an invalid to avoid suspicion, conducting everything from light espionage to assassinations. He plays up his injury in public, pretending a degree of madness. 

Misc: He can speak and read lips, or read and write, to communicate.

@Sherma Main

  Reveal hidden contents

Name: Ning Kang, the Archivist (surname is actually Ning, not Kang)

Description: Grim, vigilante type. After plotting (and succeeding) to murder a high-standing / upper-class member of the [above city], he fled to the undercity. Now, he dispenses justice to those he deems unworthy. However, when he executes someone, it is only for the worst crimes. He then attempts to document as much of their lives as he can.

Weapon of choice: some sort of sci-fi Dao (Chinese sword) blade thingamajig

Vigilante Appearance (costume!): A mask over his face, which is smooth and dark black. No eye slit, but it is one-sided glass. Wears a dark cloak above light body armor. On the back of the cloak is a yin-yang

Appearance: Looks kinda normal (..sorry for that wonderful description), except for a burn on one side of his face.

 

 

Kang entered the bar, tucking his notes on the mark under his cloak. He wore his signature outfit (for reference, he has a mask that is one sided glass, and on the back of his cloak he has the yin yang), earning him strange looks.

He took a seat near the back of the bar, where he could watch the masked man he was presumably meeting. @Kansas Stormcursed

(Note I’m not gmodding by saying your character isn’t watching me - you can by all means react to my entrance)

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

23 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

The barkeep looked at him as he approached. "What can I get you?"

“Take your pick,” Weaver said, avoiding the barkeep‘s gaze and trying to shield his face. He was acting too conspicuous, he chided himself. His nerves were showing. He had to act normal.

But how could he act normal in this so abnormal situation? Unease fell upon him.

9 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

Kang entered the bar, tucking his notes on the mark under his cloak. He wore his signature outfit (for reference, he has a mask that is one sided glass, and on the back of his cloak he has the yin yang), earning him strange looks.

He took a seat near the back of the bar, where he could watch the masked man he was presumably meeting. @Kansas Stormcursed

(Note I’m not gmodding by saying your character isn’t watching me - you can by all means react to my entrance)

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Uhh I think you pinged the wrong guy

Weaver distracted himself by observing the new entry in the bar. This man also wore a mask, although a far more flashy one. He caught Weaver’s attention. That was no normal dweller. What was going on here?

For the infinitesimal time in the last couple months, Weaver felt ridiculously out of his league - a sentiment he made sure to bury instantly.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Hoid Slayer said:

“Take your pick,” Weaver said, avoiding the barkeep‘s gaze and trying to shield his face. He was acting too conspicuous, he chided himself. His nerves were showing. He had to act normal.

But how could he act normal in this so abnormal situation? Unease fell upon him.

Weaver distracted himself by observing the new entry in the bar. This man also wore a mask, although a far more flashy one. He caught Weaver’s attention. That was no normal dweller. What was going on here?

For the infinitesimal time in the last couple months, Weaver felt ridiculously out of his league - a sentiment he made sure to bury instantly.

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Oh I did ping the wrong guy

i blame your new-ish pfp

Kang nodded to the other assassin (If we’re working together, I’m assuming that’s what you are? I think that’s what he would assume), but did not move.

[InfiniteInsanity she/her]

1 hour ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

@InfiniteInsanity

@The Aspiring Archivist

You meet at the abandoned factory in Sector 47, you are at the south entrance.

Cora slowly approached the building. Sure, she'd been given plenty of cryptic instructions before, but this was like a whole new level. She had no idea what to expect or even truly what she was doing. A large part of her was screaming at her for being stupid, but the curious part had won this battle, so here she was. 

She slowly looked over the building and the entrance, trying to decide what to do next. 

An idea popped into her head. She moved forward and gently knocked on the door.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

40 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She eyed them, almost a glare, already hazy from drink. 

They signaled the barkeep and ordered two drinks. He handed one to her, "Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?" He whispered, handing one to her

22 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

“Take your pick,” Weaver said, avoiding the barkeep‘s gaze and trying to shield his face. He was acting too conspicuous, he chided himself. His nerves were showing. He had to act normal.

But how could he act normal in this so abnormal situation? Unease fell upon him.

Weaver distracted himself by observing the new entry in the bar. This man also wore a mask, although a far more flashy one. He caught Weaver’s attention. That was no normal dweller. What was going on here?

For the infinitesimal time in the last couple months, Weaver felt ridiculously out of his league - a sentiment he made sure to bury instantly.

The barkeep studies you for a moment too long, then pours a drink and hands it to you.

33 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

Kang entered the bar, tucking his notes on the mark under his cloak. He wore his signature outfit (for reference, he has a mask that is one sided glass, and on the back of his cloak he has the yin yang), earning him strange looks.

He took a seat near the back of the bar, where he could watch the masked man he was presumably meeting. @Kansas Stormcursed

(Note I’m not gmodding by saying your character isn’t watching me - you can by all means react to my entrance)

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Honestly you two, did no one read the instructions!? Maybe Twinstorm can help once he arives

Some people seemed to eye you with hostile glances.

12 minutes ago, InfiniteInsanity said:

Cora slowly approached the building. Sure, she'd been given plenty of cryptic instructions before, but this was like a whole new level. She had no idea what to expect or even truly what she was doing. A large part of her was screaming at her for being stupid, but the curious part had won this battle, so here she was. 

She slowly looked over the building and the entrance, trying to decide what to do next. 

An idea popped into her head. She moved forward and gently knocked on the door.

No answer, just the creak of the rotting wooden door.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

4 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

They signaled the barkeep and ordered two drinks. He handed one to her, "Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?" He whispered, handing one to her

The barkeep studies you for a moment too long, then pours a drink and hands it to you.

Some people seemed to eye you with hostile glances.

No answer, just the creak of the rotting wooden door.

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Uh

Where are said instructions????

found em

He takes it, but does not drink.
Softly, he replies: “Be strong, saith my heart. I am a soldier;
I have seen worse sights than this.”

Edited November 9, 2025 by Sherma Main

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

1 minute ago, Sherma Main said:

He takes it, but does not drink.

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Yep

Somebody with a beard and a big cloak, who is limping noticeably, enters the bar.

[InfiniteInsanity she/her]

9 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

No answer, just the creak of the rotting wooden door.

Cora nodded slowly. Alright then.

Cora stares at the door a moment longer before quietly repeating the phrase she'd been given.

"No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny." 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, IcedOutPenguin said:

Somebody with a beard and a big cloak, who is limping noticeably, enters the bar.

Kang nods to him. “Greetings.”

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I edited my post already

 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Just now, InfiniteInsanity said:

Cora nodded slowly. Alright then.

Cora stares at the door a moment longer before quietly repeating the phrase she'd been given.

"No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny." 

"Come in quickly!" Hisses a voice from behind the door.

8 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

He takes it, but does not drink.
Softly, he replies: “Be strong, saith my heart. I am a soldier;
I have seen worse sights than this.”

The barkeep nods, "Well, that's something I can help with." They gesture quickly to follow and walk down a side hallway.

3 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

Kang nods to him. “Greetings.”

 

The man nods back. "Hello."

[InfiniteInsanity she/her]

5 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

"Come in quickly!" Hisses a voice from behind the door.

Cora smiled proudly to herself before entering.

[Through the Living Hope]

19 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

They signaled the barkeep and ordered two drinks. He handed one to her, "Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?" He whispered, handing one to her

The barkeep studies you for a moment too long, then pours a drink and hands it to you.

Some people seemed to eye you with hostile glances.

No answer, just the creak of the rotting wooden door.

“Why did you call me here,” she said. She sounded gruff. She’d barely come. 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

1 minute ago, InfiniteInsanity said:

Cora smiled proudly to herself before entering.

It was dark inside the factory

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

8 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

"Come in quickly!" Hisses a voice from behind the door.

The barkeep nods, "Well, that's something I can help with." They gesture quickly to follow and walk down a side hallway.

The man nods back. "Hello."

Kang nodded and followed the barkeep.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“Why did you call me here,” she said. She sounded gruff. She’d barely come. 

"I want to help you, and I know you can help me." They said, pouring something into their drink.

1 minute ago, Sherma Main said:

Kang nodded and followed the barkeep.

They led you into a smaller room, reserved for patrons who paid more. There was a man sitting in a chair at the table.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

"I want to help you, and I know you can help me." They said, pouring something into their drink.

They led you into a smaller room, reserved for patrons who paid more. There was a man sitting in a chair at the table.

“I don’t help anyone anymore. And I’m not letting you drug me.”

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“I don’t help anyone anymore. And I’m not letting you drug me.”

"Listen, I know very well you don't like most people, and you don't trust anyone. But I need you to trust me on this. You're lucky I came instead of someone else." I take a drink from my glass, offering you the other again.

[Through the Living Hope]

3 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

"Listen, I know very well you don't like most people, and you don't trust anyone. But I need you to trust me on this. You're lucky I came instead of someone else." I take a drink from my glass, offering you the other again.

“Tell me what you want. No promises.”

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“Tell me what you want. No promises.”

"You are one of the few people in this place who has the drive to help us make a difference in the undercity."